It's all about Josie

It won't come off! That is all Genevieve can focus on. Indeed touching it just makes it worse. She feels each caress as though it is attached. It is starting to feel like a part of her. The slightest graze sets off fantasies of fucking dozens of women.

As soon as she makes up with Josie she needs to find a way to get it off. The thought of Josie's tight little body makes her strapon feel full and tight. Thoughts of fucking Josie, bent over the back of their love seat, invade her mind. She clenches her teeth telling herself it is just a strapon, she is in control. The fantasy slowly disappears.

Genevieve arrives at her apartment without any further encounters or carnal visions. She opens the door.

"You! What the fuck is a matter with you? You were the one taking about marriage. How could you do that? And...and...with my boss!"

A pan flies at Genevieve, narrowly missing her.

"Jos I am so sorry, I swear I bought the strapon for you..."

"If you bought it for me, why don't you try fucking ME with it?"

"Jos, I'm not so sure that's a good idea. It...it..."

"Either fuck me, or get out."

Thoughts of sex with Josie seep into Genevieve's mind. The room fills with demonic pheromones. More than anything Genevieve wants Josie. She takes a step toward her then another.

Genevieve grabs her and pulls her into a kiss. Everything is right with the world. Josie shimmies out of her pants. Genevieve bends her over the couch and plows the strapon into her.

"Oo!" Exclaims Josie.

Genevieve thrusts and with each thrust Josie rewards her with a variety of lusty sounds. They move to the couch changing to missionary position. The unfamiliar slapping of flesh as Genevieve slams the strapon home is driving her wild.

Again they switch, moving to doggie. Genevieve can feel Josie is close. The familiar pressure builds in her strapon. With wild screams they both come.

Josie lies next to a sleeping Genevieve. She feels so strange. The strapon had promised things to her. She had been kicked out of her church because of her lifestyle. The idol promised her enlightenment, acceptance, a real religion, and pleasure. All it asked in return was for her to destroy the light within her. She resisted bent over the couch, resisted in the missionary position, but with Genevieve plowing her doggie style she gave in.

Now she pets Genevieve saying 'I love you' silently to her. Despite mouthing the word Josie can't seem to grasp and hold the concept anymore.

Josie feels a surge of pain and stumbles into the bathroom. Staring at herself in the mirror, she watches as her skin becomes a bright crimson. Horns sprout from her head. Her body, once petite instantly fills out. Once she had been jealous of Genevieve's breasts. Now hers are even bigger and perkier. She flicks a nipple with a sharp, shiny, black fingernail and is immediately rewarded with pleasure and arousal. Her pussy drips and her first thought is I should fill that up with a nice cock.

She giggles. If she brought home a guy to her parents they would be so overjoyed they would probably overlook the whole demon thing.

Her cellphone beeps. That bitch Helen is demanding she come into work. Still, that could be fun, thinks Josie.

She walks over to Genevieve. Soon she and the strapon would be one and she would belong to the Idol. Josie knows Genevieve is going to make one spectacularly wicked omnibus. Just being close to the strapon makes Josie want to suck it off and move Genevieve one step closer to completion. Alas, Helen wants her. She pokes Genevieve.

"I have to go into work Gen. That was amazing, all is forgiven. Have some fun while I'm gone."